Page 124 of Drawn Together

I writhed with intense pleasure, unable to remain still, until he lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders. I was too excited, and he was all too willing to give me what I wanted.

“Don’t move,” he said, pulling away from me for an instant.

“Sebastian…” I said in a weak whisper as he tasted me again.

This time, however, it was as if he’d been hungry for more. He buried his tongue in my pussy, then sucked on my clit as he inserted a finger inside me. Slowly at first, then picked up speed. His tongue devoured me as his fingers fucked me.

“Fuck… Sebastian… I’m so close.”

The way his mouth touched me, the way his tongue knew exactly what to do to drive me crazy… the pleasure was too much to handle. The orgasm came on quickly, as I shouted his name loudly.

Sebastian pulled back and looked at me, very serious.

It took me a few seconds to recover, but my body wanted more, needed more.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, longing for him to take me, to make me his once and for all. I wanted him inside me.

Unfortunately for me, he ran a hand over his face in a gesture I knew all too well.

“You’re a virgin, fuck,” he said, very serious.

“And?” I argued, sitting up and tugging him by the neck.

He kissed me fiercely, and I felt his hard dick against my groin.

I quivered.

“It’s better we wait,” he said, and I could tell by his expression that it tortured him.

“Are you crazy?” I said, arching myself against him.

“Stop,” he said, pressing my body to the mattress with a hand against my stomach.

“Fuck me, Sebastian,” I ordered him, taking his hard cock between my hands.

“Don’t talk like that,” he said, biting my lower lip, more as a distraction than anything else.

What the hell was wrong with him?

“You don’t want me to talk like that because I’m a little princess who always gets what she wants?”

Sebastian took my wrists in one hand and pulled my arms over my head, pinning me to the mattress.

“Yes, you are a little princess, my little fucking princess, to be precise. And even though I’m dying to fuck you, I can’t do it right now. Not without you knowing everything that I am, everything that I do…”

The term “little fucking princess” wasn’t the most romantic thing I’d ever heard, and it wasn’t how I saw myself. I was no princess, and I hated to be called that, but hearing him say I washisdrove me wild.

“I know who you are, Sebastian,” I said, looking into his brown eyes. “You’re the man I love. That’s who you are.”

Sebastian closed his eyes, and instead of reciprocating theI love you, he simply pulled away from me and flopped down beside me on the bed.

“You don’t know what you’re saying…” he said, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

My declaration of love seemed to have hit him like a bucket of ice-cold water. He stood up and put his jeans back on.

“I know what I’m saying because I’m the one who feels it,” I said, pulling at the sheet to cover myself, suddenly feeling very exposed.

“You have no fucking idea, Marfil,” he said, shooting me avenomous glance. “You’re in love with someone who doesn’t exist.”